15 minutes is all the Rewind Agency gives you in the past, but for
Lara Crane it’s enough time to race through the city, find her mother, and stop
her from being killed in a mugging that happened over ten years ago.

But that’s not how it happened. The story she’s been told all her
life is a lie and when Lara takes a bullet meant for her mother, her future
changes forever.

The love of her life acts like a stranger. Her simple life is
replaced with a giant house, glamorous clothes and a new boyfriend.

Except someone knows her secret. And he will try to stop her at
every turn as she races against the clock to unravel a dangerous conspiracy.

15 Minutes is an edgy high octane YA thriller that can be
described as Back to the Future meets Inception where the people Lara trusts
change in an instant. She is in a timeline she doesn't understand, and is about
to make one fatal mistake as she faces an enemy so familiar, he’s family.

ABOUT the AUTHOR

Jill Cooper
loves tea more than coffee and is obsessed over finding that perfect recipe.
She was born in 1977 and shared a room with her sister for 18 years. Early on
she had dreams of writing romances and mysteries. It was something she did when
most kids were trying out for softball or out riding bikes.

She's always
loved dark mysteries, but also enjoys a great comedy so she tries to include
both these things in everything she writes, one way or another.

She lives in
Danvers, MA with two cats, a toddler, a husband, and a 1964 yellow taxi. Her
life is chaotic, but fun. She can be contacted at http://www.jillacooper.com

I
cover my head as a set of tires squeal. Donovan’s sports car pulls up on the
curb to cover me. I dive into the passenger seat, my head down low and scream,
“Go!”

Donovan
peels away from the curb in a 180 and drives back the way he came. His eyes
stay on the road, but his hand squeezes mine. “You all right?”

I
nod and clutch the duffle bag to my chest. “Keep driving.”

“Where?”
His eyes flash from the road to me.

“Police
station. I need you to drop all this stuff off in case I don’t return.”

Anxiety
creeps into his voice. “Return? Return from where?”

“The
past.”

“Lara,
you’re not making any sense.”

“I
know, and I’m sorry.” I bite my lip. “There’s no time to explain. I need to fix
all of this so my dad was never framed and Molly was never kidnapped, and
there’s only one way to do that. I need to go back to the beginning.”

Donovan
drives under an old abandoned bridge. He cuts the engine and turns to me. His
eyes study me, and I study him because I’m afraid the next time I see him, he
won’t love me at all.

“How
do we do that? Do we need to get into Rewind?”

I
shake my head and stroke his cheek. “Not anymore.”

The
features of his face are drawn together. “You never make things dull, you know
that?”

I
laugh and lean over. In the background, sirens wail and I hear a rush of
footsteps. “Remember me when I’m gone.”

“Don’t
talk like this. I could never forget you, Lara.”

When
our lips meet, the moment is magical. I feel warm everywhere in the blanket of
his love, understanding, and compassion. My mind opens up, and suddenly I
remember everything.

Everything.

I
wish to stay with him forever. I grip his jacket, and his arms squeeze me
tight.